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The Fox

Poem — 2017

By Alicia TreichlerPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Mist has settled upon the forest,

Bottling it into a bubble, like a snowglobe.

The early morning frost glistens and crackles,

Sparkling in the dim light

That can barely get through the branches.

It breaks under soft paws,

As the fox gracefully dances.

The magical blend of red and white

That darts in between the browns and dull greens.

It stops —

It caught your scent on the breeze.

It cocks its head to the side as its amber eyes meet your camera lens.

It hesitates,

Lets you take your picture,

Then moves on.

Running, jumping,

From deep grey boulder to boulder.

It pauses again, but only to make sure you haven’t followed.

It slips into its den, wherein sleep four kits.

Safe in the forest.

nature poetry
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Alicia Treichler

This will end up being a myriad of things. It will be a place for my opinions, a place for my stories, a place for my poems, and an all around dumping ground for my writing.

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